I go through this every hour on the hour. I'm 262. The top four abs are there along with "hazzy" serratus, it's just the lower abs and obliques that makes me wonder sometimes if I should just go ahead and bring them out at the expense of more size, or if I should just be content and continue on my quest for mass. I drive myself f**k'n crazy. I like my size and love the challenge of getting bigger, but as a bodybuilder there is always that nagging little Arnold on my shoulder telliing me..."detail, deffinition, quality". I always eat clean, just a countries worth of food, and because of that I have been able to grow to a rather large size of humanity while staying lean to general standards. But we bodybuilders can do better than general standards can't we? 9%, though lean, for us is just an average day. We can do better. I had a few shows planned so that little Arnold on my shoulder had me all fired up and ready to diet down and see what lies beneath. Things happened, shows were canceled, and I had no show to do, so what would be the point in dieting now? Why not continue on my journey to freakdom since there was no point in "bringing out the intercostals"? But I still was going thorughn the one day mass mentality the next day detail mentality. I was running in circles getting nowhere. I'm proud to say I do this entirely for me so the only factor influencing my decision is me. I don't do it to strut around the beach, or a club with no shirt on. I don't do it to grab the laddies eyes. I don't do it to intimidate anyone. Bodybuilding's just my passion. So I sat down one night not too long ago to contemplate my path and needs in my bodybuilding. Nothing but a dim light and a silent room...and later on a posing mirror. I get the "god damn looks". I get the "how do you get big" questions. I get the compliments about my size. Everything seemed to be size, size, size. Apparantly in others eyes I was big. To my eyes I'm not and that's the problem. I realized I was afraid to diet not because of the commitment and work, but out of genuine fear of loosing size. I busted out the posing mirror and had a good ole pose down. But this tiem I recaptured those other peoples voices and thier words of compliment. I tried to see myself how others do. It was when I hit the front lat spread to sperad my "wings" that I unconrollably said, "god damn". I am big. Then I went into my mind as I posed. Into my bodybuilding infected mind. Once i realined there was mass there I began looking in more detail. I couldn't help but think, " I wonder what that would look like completely tight and dry?". "I wonder how the striations on my tris would be?". I decided it was time for a change. I'm not dieting now. I'm not even cutting. I'm refining. I'm detailing. I'm now sculpting from this block of mass I have to work with. I was getting tired of myself going back and forth between goals every damn day. It was interfereing with my motivation and foccus. One minute I'm massive the nect I'm small. One minute I have detail the next minute I resemble jello. I couldn't train like that and for it was getting nowhere. I'm glad I came to a decision. For at least 12 weeks I'm "cutting". Regardless of how small I FEEL I will continue forward. If I end up at 240 then so be it. It'll be a fun new challenge. Bodybuilding is multi-dimensional and I thing us bigger guys sometimes loose track of that reality. It isn't jsut about size though that is a large part of it. It isn't just about detail and leanness for without size it is unimpressive. It's the mixture and it's sculpting that physique that we are addicted to.